Budgewoi Convenience Store. Pen and Ink on paper

It was a day of small tasks. The drawing of the Budgewoi Convenience Store was finished and photographed as was the drawing of the Munchies General Store at Budgewoi.

The trousers to be worn on Monday for the double Tribunal hearing went into the wash along with some towels and the bed linen taken from the bed by the community assistant when she was over yesterday. I am not sure if community assistant is the correct word but I know they hate the term “cleaner” and I am too frightened to approach one with the term “maid”.

Roger must be wondering where I am. I expected to have the new drawings up on his walls by now and also to have a little poster for his ice-cream prices but I have not been well enough after doing all the other stuff. There were a few days there that were ghastly as far as the emotional drain went. I am not happy with the grouping of images on his wall right now because they are from different genres. One really expressionist painting in the midst of two very graphic illustrations. Hopefully the girls at Art World will have the framing done when I call in the morning. I will ride over there and get them and then put them up on the way back if they are ready. It is quite a ride but being behind the dunes and among all the birds and people lift my spirits immensely so it is worth it. More than worth it.

The girls at the Cole’s supermarket at Budgewoi were a big help tonight. I went in to get some boxes so I could put my books out of the way and they went out of their way to give me a hand. Everybody who sees the boxes think there is a big move coming up. Except me. I think I am digging in and the packing is because I know i will never be safe in any place anywhere so I have gone back to that “be prepared” for the worst situation and as I said back a post or so, all of the book shelves can be replaced with boxes and the knick knacks can be packed always and any chair that is not use now can be covered in plastic and ready to be shipped if things suddenly get nasty and I have to shift my fat butt in the middle of the night one night. I rode back through the town at night with a tall pile of flattened boxes balanced on the contro; stick of the mobility scooter and at least one person was staring into the darkness trying to work out what it was that was driving by them. I wish I could have been a fly on the wall. It must have looked odd!

Mum has a new computer and is teaching herself how to do all the things that she needs to do all by herself. When she had so many problems with the little asus netbook she had just had a stroke and her mind was ruined after we lost my brother to suicide.People around her were cruel enough to suggest she was a bit silly in the head and would never get something like the use of a computer. She heard them saying that and is sitting at home every night wrestling with her doubts and with the software. A few nights ago I saw her face for the first time in over a year. I saw her partner and her little dog and her home and I was fighting that big lump in the throat. She set the machine up on her own and she was proud as punch. That was one very fine moment indeed!